No-LIMIT-Rooms 02 English

She shrugged. "You work downstairs, too, don't you? You should know more about that than I do by now."

Damn, was she tough.

I shot off into the blue. "You meant the missing girls?"

Score, I could tell by her expression that she knew more. The information she gave me in response had been worth the money then.

By the time I had left the basement and returned to my apartment, I had kept my anger completely under control. Then I threw my pillow across the room, grabbed my riding whip and struck an armchair. As I did so, I imagined Isabelle's back. She had lied to me from the beginning, feigning affection and compassion, pretending to be a mere housemate and extra in the basement. But she had been one of Rebecca's closest friends for years. No, not friend, body slave and officer. I couldn't trust anyone, that was brought home to me once again in a very painful way. And I was glad that I had lied to her.

After my rage had somewhat faded away, I cleaned up my mess and sat down on the bed to think. Now I had to try to put the puzzle together first. I was shivering.

I had learned even more: By now there were as many as five women who had disappeared here that Rike knew about. All of them had worked in the basement, all of them had disappeared from one day to the next. Trafficking in girls, that was the closest assumption. But I was no closer to finding the answer to my real question, what had happened to me during those lost hours. To be on the safe side, I wrote down the names of the girls in code and pinned the list openly on my pin board, next to some meaningless memory pictures of my invented past. If you want to hide something, do it so where no one is looking. Then I went to lunch at Isabell's apartment.

She had invited me, but I cooked the meal for us. However, I was also boiling inside. She was still exhausted, I could feel that very well, because I had followed the session. Even I had found little sleep in the night from Saturday to Sunday, because I had to watch again and again, what all happened. Unbelievable that there were users who watched such shows non-stop. However, she had hardly retained any traces of the show. She was rather an extra, was not really tortured, sat mainly in the cage, stood around in chains, was allowed to lick, blow, was fucked and the like. Nevertheless, I had kept her out of my show in the basement for tomorrow's Tuesday as a precaution. Instead, I had requested Linda and Ronja and got approved. Thomas was, of course, cameraman. I was the star of the show, which had happened surprisingly quickly, now I had to deliver. Isabell had read the cast and brought it up at dinner.

"And why these two, of all people?" Her voice sounded disgruntled.

"Because I assumed that you were not yet fit for duty again, and I didn't know that many here in the house yet. You yourself have confirmed to me that they are good to work with. Besides, Linda still owes me for the prank on the movers." With difficulty, I managed not to let my own anger and disgruntlement leak out. Instead, I managed a diabolical smile.

This seemed to please Isabell.

"Well, hopefully you have something really nasty planned for her. What is it, rack, wooden horse?"

I shook my head. "Neither of those, we're shooting in Studio 12 after all, no professional torture devices."

"You planned everything on your own without including me, and now you won't even tell me what exactly you're planning. I feel left out, although I could advise you. After all, I've been here for a while."

Yes, my darling, already a little too long, as I knew since today.

~...~

I decided to turn the tables. "What's your problem with Rebecca?" My tone sounded innocuous, but my gaze was hard.

"W-what do you mean," she stammered.

I had caught her completely on the wrong foot. "You were her favorite until recently, weren't you?"

Her face turned white as a sheet. I could literally see it in her eyes as she frantically searched for an answer.

"Who says I was?"

"House gossip." Indifferently, I shrugged.

"And you believe that?"

"Why not, isn't it true?"

She put down her fork; my question had probably taken away her appetite.

"Yes, it is," she admitted, visibly contrite. "I was."

"And what happened?"

She shook her head, looking away.

"Is that why you were so miffed when I showed up here with her kimono, because you're jealous of her?"

She glared at me. Scoring.

"What's that between you and Rebecca? Am I a trophy, a prize, or just a toy between you?"

"I don't know what you heard, but it's not like that."

"It's not? How many newbies have you pulled this game off with? Your hall mate, who I had to fill in for so suddenly in the basement, and who moved out so suddenly, had been your and Rebecca's mutual playmate just four weeks ago. And you had done the shows with her up here, too."

"Better you go now."

I nodded and stood up. "Take care Isabell. We'll see each other again in the basement this weekend, won't we?"

~...~

"Hello? Are you even listening to me? You seem so absent all of a sudden." Isabell looked at me questioningly.

She had continued talking while I had imagined in my mind how I would confront her. Of course, I wouldn't do that, I wasn't that stupid.

"Sorry, I'm actually thinking about tomorrow. This is the first show in front of a camera that I'm responsible for. While I've pretty much got it all figured out, I still worry about it. You could actually still help me."

That seemed to reconcile her. "Of course I'll help you. What else do you need?"

"I need some more practice on some bondage techniques for tomorrow. May I practice on you?"

"Of course you may!"

"Fine, then we'll start right after dinner."

Cleaning up and tidying up went fairly quickly. Isabell undressed, and I tried some techniques on her that I hadn't used in a while. With ever new positions and contortions, I brought her to her limits. When she finally lay gagged and absolutely immobile in a hogtie with reverse sprayer, I was almost satisfied. But something was still missing. A thought flashed in my mind: Where could I get it now? But after all, what was the house service for?

"You're so beautifully gift-wrapped right now, I could easily imagine making you into a decorative flower vase. Clamped between your legs like that, maybe? Let's see if I can get what I need for that somewhere."

So I dialed zero on the house phone. Isabelle's eyes got big when she heard what I ordered.

"Yes, a bunch of fresh nettles. ... Do you actually have any available? ... I would love to order some for my show tomorrow night. ... Fantastic!... I wonder if I need one now, too?" my eyes fell on Isabell, who was shaking her head vigorously.

"That would be exceedingly kind, if you could bring me one right now. ... Yes, a medium-sized one. ... Thank you very much, see you in a moment."

"What do you think, my dear, how much tip is appropriate for that?", I asked the slave girl babbling unintelligibly into the gag, as I hurried to slip into my angel costume. Some additional visual thanks to the doorman for the quick delivery couldn't hurt, after all.

16 Paladins

Once again, sweat ran down my back. My costume was clearly too warm, but since I was still wearing numerous times of my last session, I had no choice but to act clothed as much as possible. Absolutely visible areas were covered with makeup. This time I wore a fantasy garb, which was modeled on the Middle Ages in Asia. A white, translucent silk blouse, black silk pants, over it a green, intricately embroidered silk cloak with white hems and black girdle with pink trim. I don't know how something like that got into the trove, but it looked great. On my feet, I wore Japanese leather strappy sandals.

It was Tuesday evening and we were in Studio 12. It was my first live show as a star. Of course, I hadn't left Isabell tied up like that all last night, but I had tested the nettles on her anyway, and incredibly, I had been able to improve her tongue technique. I had also spent the night with her and had breakfast together with her. Of course, she noticed my changed mood, but bought the excuse of stage fright. Every actor knows stage fright, that did not take porn actors out. The rest of the day, however, we had spent separately. I could advance final preparation and she had to take care of her own show in her apartment. Now I was in the spotlight and everything else I blanked out, concentrated completely on my role in this show.

Linda and Ronja were dressed similarly to me, but a bit simpler. In the entrance scene, they saw me come through a door, close it behind me, and then jump up under the ceiling, holding myself between two beams. Shortly after, Linda and Ronja rushed through the door with swords drawn, looking around in wonder at the seemingly empty room before I pounced on them and knocked them out.

The scene was brilliant, unfortunately not doable live, but required recording. After all, the steel cables that pulled me up had to be attached to me somehow. That could only be done with editing and pausing. We needed almost an hour before the scene was in the can. After that, I was already pretty exhausted, but the real work only began now with the live show.

I skillfully tied them up in hogtie and woke them up with water and slaps. After that I started to interrogate and torture them. Lacking a professional torture cellar, I had to use what I could find in a medieval building. Bamboo poles, ropes, wooden buckets, field stones, water and candles. Also, some bunches of fresh nettles that I had reserved entirely for Linda. I protected my hands with thin gloves made of brown natural leather.

The questions my victims had to answer were quite simple: how had they found me, who are they and why were they hunting me. After I learned that they belonged to the Order of Paladins, I naturally needed to know even more, which intensified my questioning technique. In the process, I learned for the first time that the Order hunted and captured spirit beings like me. Now I suspected that they might have had something to do with my sister's disappearance. But these two knew nothing. After four hours, I gave up the questioning and left the place. Left behind were the naked, bound and completely bruised paladins.

"That was so mean of you," Linda complained as we sat together in the break room at the after-show. "That still itches all over. You really could have spared me those stupid nettles, at least just use them on Ronja."

"They made you hot, too," Ronja giggled. "You literally leaked. It didn't take me long to bring you to climax afterwards."

"Ronja didn't make me run practically naked into a squad of movers either, though," I explained in my turn. "So I owed you that!"

"What did she do?" interjected Thomas, grinning.

So I explained what had happened a few days ago. Everyone at the table laughed until tears came to their eyes.

"You really are a very skilled rigger," Ronja praised me after we had calmed down a bit. "Where did you learn that?"

Ouch, I preferred not to answer that question truthfully. That was part of the other me. "Books, self-ties, and a few games here and there at clubs," I modestly defended.

"You were masterful for that, though!" Linda's praise sounded convincing. "Neither too tight, nor too loose. I really wouldn't have had a chance to get free. And the knots were precise, too. With that technique, you could take on the best here."

Ronja agreed: "When I had to ride the bamboo pole, I had no chance at all to relieve my clit. I really couldn't have kept it up any longer. If that had been serious, I would not only have betrayed my order to you, I would have sworn right then and there to help you destroy it."

"Good to know, I may come back to that," I remarked with a grin. "How are you doing down there now?"

"I'll be fine. I'll be back there in full force tomorrow."

Linda butted in again, "You were very convincing as a torture master, but you could have put in a little more desire and passion. Ronja and I were only allowed to come once. A bit little, don't you think?"

"What part of the word torture didn't you understand?", I laughed. "Actually, I shouldn't have let you come at all until the show was over. It doesn't quite fit the story."

"Now don't get too excited about your part," Thomas interjected. "It is and always will be a sex show. And our customers expect you girls to have orgasms, or at least pretend to."

"They did," I defended myself indignantly. "And they weren't capable of anything for minutes afterwards. I don't think they should be complaining."

"Hmm, did you just say until the show was over? Are you offering us anything else?" Linda's voice sounded challenging.

I thought: Isabell was expecting me, but on the one hand I wasn't on good terms with her any more, and on the other hand it couldn't hurt to get to know more girls here better. If Isabell got jealous, all the better. "What do you have in mind?"

She pointed at Ronja and herself, "We invite you to make amends. You're our guest tonight."

Ronja nodded vigorously. "Absolutely."

"I thought you were still sore down there?", I inquired.

"Oh, enough for that." I'm sure her grin didn't mean anything good.

"Agreed. Guys, I'm going to say goodbye, if you don't hear from me again, ask these two where I've been." I laughed and pointed to Linda and Ronja.

They stood up almost in sync and grabbed my arms.

"Arrested, Kumiho. Now the Paladins are in charge." Linda's smile looked diabolical.

"Can I come and film this?" interjected Thomas.

"I suppose you'd like that. Go to your mistress, Lens!" teased Linda. His new nickname had already gone around.

That night, I was the sandwich topping between the two of them. In fact, Linda still had numerous rednesses from the nettles, and they itched horribly. At the same time, however, they made her hot. I had spared Ronja from the nettles because she had been afraid of them beforehand. Now she seemed to want to try it out. Fortunately, there were still some left. Unfortunately, Ronja didn't want to try it on herself, but on me, while Linda helped her to tie me up. So I had to spoil Linda and Ronja alternately, while they maltreated me with the nettles. At the very end, I was also allowed to come once. That was called then probably karma.

Damn, the hives were still itching. I sat in my flat and surfed. Isabell had actually been miffed that I had spent the night with the two of them and had made a scene on the phone. But that was just fine with me. I didn't believe in their love and friendship anymore anyway. Why did it sting me anyway?

Our show yesterday had been very well received. The comments were almost exclusively enthusiastic and positive, there were always a few outliers. Even Rebecca had sent a praising message early in the morning, which had surprised Linda and Ronja, because Rebecca rarely gave out praise.

Today I had planned to do another show up here. In my angel suit, most of the marks on my body would be covered. The bruises on my breasts were already subsiding. But now the weals from last night were added. Well, Ronja certainly still had such itchy souvenirs. I had been allowed to return the favour. Their pointed screams had been surely heard on the whole floor. Masochist my ass.

Now I had to yawn, somehow I was missing sleep. But I had appointments to keep. On the one hand at the hairdresser and on the other hand I had an appointment in the wellness area with my two new friends. In between, absolutely still a detour to the park and a short phone call with Holger to keep him up to date.

So I spent the day actually quite pleasant with cycling, swimming, sauna and hairstyling.

By the time I started my show in my flat in the late afternoon, I had shaken off all my dull thoughts, at least almost. However, the fact that some users asked about my demon girlfriend then threw me back again. This spoiled my evening in the long run. Lonely, I snuggled into bed late at night, and then, despite my tiredness, did not really find sleep. I hated Isabell, but especially myself, because I had let myself in for something like that.

Thursday greeted me with several congratulatory messages and calls on my birthday. However, also with an invitation to Rebecca's office.

"Your show went over really well. I wanted to discuss the weekend with you again. There will be five of us torturing and questioning you, as I'm sure you already know," she opened up to me after we said hello and I took a seat across from her.

"No, I didn't know that. My plan didn't have the cast in it yet."

"It's in there now. Diana aka Red Dragon, Jelena, René, Matej and me."

Oha, I was in for a treat.

"The same show as last weekend with Isabell?"

"Of course not. The plot builds exactly on your opening. The Paladins strike back, capture you. Due to space limitations, the show will take place in Studio 213. That's where we're setting up everything we need right now. But what we can't shoot there is your capture. Because of your suggestion to shoot the introduction in advance, we are now pressed for time. The customers now expect action next time. And that means we have to shoot the scene tomorrow."

"What do you have in mind?"

"You'll meet with a paladin traitor, we'll overpower you and take you to the dungeon."

"Who's going to play them? Ronja?"

"No, Isabell."

That gave me a little shock, but I didn't let on.

"What happens then?"

"We'll forge you in iron and interrogate you."

"Forge me in iron?"

"Yeah, real realistic, with red-hot rivets."

"I thought everything except candles was forbidden on open fires in the basement?"

"That's why it doesn't take place down there."

"Where then?"

"On a farm outside. My private property."

I was confused.

"Wait, so tomorrow we're shooting my arrest, then on Saturday we're shooting us getting pounded into irons at your place, and then we're being brought back here?"

"No. It's all changed. We'll shoot tomorrow morning how we capture you. Then how you're beaten into iron, after that we'll drive you to the dungeon in Studio 213 until we start the interrogation on Saturday."

"Oh, then it's over Sunday morning"

"No, the show will be longer. We'll start early, that's why you're here."

"Does Isabell know yet?"

"I told her yesterday."

"So we're spending the night tied up?"

"Yes, tied up and in a cage. Filmed and bugged non-stop. Won't be a walk in the park for you two. Can you handle it?"

"Why Isabell, of all people?"

Rebecca seemed surprised. "I thought you were lovers? That's what I was told, anyway."

"I wouldn't exactly say lovers right now. We have only spent a few nights together."

"Then it fits. Your familiarity will make the whole thing more believable. After all, at the end of the show, Isabell will be executed before your eyes to break you. That will be her farewell performance at the same time, since she wants to leave us then, as you surely already know."

No, I didn't know that. However, I didn't let on. Deliberately quiet, I asked for more details about the show. "What else is planned?"

"Matej will guard you in the cage and in the meantime satisfy his lust for you. Oh yeah, you'll also be gagged at all times except for your interrogation."

This was getting intense. I had the feeling that Rebecca deliberately wanted to provoke me, to evoke some emotional expression. I wasn't going to let myself get into that.

"Well, you know my hard limits. I'll go along with everything else."

She looked at me indefinably, but then nodded. "I just sent you the script. Then we'll meet tomorrow morning at 8am in the basement, break room. By the way, happy birthday!"